Some time ago, although he was the attending doctor who had been in charge of Ye Kui's condition, when he saw Ye Kui, she was sleeping a lot.
At this time, when he met Ye Kui's black eyes, which were as bright as autumn water, the man was stunned. It was the first time he had seen such clear and pure black eyes.
Feeling the increasingly cold and cold eyes behind him, the man quickly closed his gaze.
A curse secretly in his heart.
It's simply a bad thing to draw!
There was only a trace of surprise in the man's eyes, and there was no other strange expression.
Putting the medicine box in his hand on the table, the man sat by the bed, stretched out his hand, held Ye Kui's wrist, and deliberately avoided her wounds.
The expression on the man's face returned to his seriousness as a doctor. He looked at the large area of purple on Ye Kui's wrist.
He frowned slightly.
He tried to move Ye Kui's wrist.
"Hiss--" Ye Kui frowned slightly and took a breath.
"Miss Ye, how did your hand get hurt?"
Ye Kui raised her eyes and glanced at Dugu Xiang from the corner of her eyes. Seeing the darkness on his evil handsome face, she smacked her tongue secretly.
She spoke and said lightly: "When I was searching the crime scene, I had a hand with the suspect. The wound on my wrist was kicked by that man."
At that time, she could feel that the person was almost exhausted.
Even, she felt a crisp sound from the bones on her wrist, and her whole face turned pale.
If I hadn't been influenced by my father since I was a child, I would have tried Sanda and fight, I'm afraid...
I heard.
The man nodded.
He opened the medicine box and took out the potion and gauze. "I will use a small splint to fix it for you. During this period, you must avoid touching the wound and have a good rest."
Ye Kui nodded.
instantly.
The originally slender wrist was immediately wrapped in thick gauze.
"Young master, I'll go back first. Contact me if you have anything to do." After the man treated the wound, he stood up, picked up the medicine box and walked out of the room.
Dugu Xiang stood on the head of the bed without opening his mouth from beginning to end.
The handsome face of the evil spirit was filled with a calm and arrogant aura, and the deep and distinct facial features like a knife were slightly frowned, and the thin lips were tightly pursed, revealing a hint of suppressed anger.
He knows.
Her identity could happen even more dangerous than this, and he could not stop her from not facing it.
Because it is clear.
So, he understood more clearly the necessity of that decision.
Walk to the bedside.
Dugu Xiang lifted the quilt and lay in.
He stretched out his hand and he held her waist.
The hard and perfect chin was pressed against her forehead.
At this time, it was already late, and it was almost halfway through the night.
A cool breeze blew in through the open windows and scattered in the room.
The huge room was shrouded in a warm yellow aperture, and the quiet atmosphere spreads.
This night.
On the snow-white bed, the two of them hugged each other tightly, breathing deep and shallowly, rising and falling.
the next day.
The sun shook through the sky and fell on the ground.
The entire bustling city, after the baptism of the heavy rain last night, regained the noise of the previous hustle and bustle, and the breeze that blew down the streets, exuding a refreshing coolness after the rain.
Yesterday night, news of the assassination of a superior official in the hotel spread quickly and immediately attracted the attention of media from all walks of life.